Chapter 38 The storm is coming

   "Mr. Lincoln, you have become much heavier." James said exaggeratedly while hugging the son of the president he had saved.

   "Will, don't pester Mr. Howlett, come down quickly." Mrs. Mary called her son's nickname with a smile on her eyes, and on the other hand grabbed the youngest child, Thomas Lincoln, who was jumping on James.

  He watched the two children laughing and playing around Mrs. Lincoln, and Mary's eyes were full of love, and he secretly made up an idea.

"Quick! James, Miss O'Hara, try this dessert. Last time James came over because—haha, I must try it this time." President Lincoln almost talked about the strangeness that happened when James came to the White House for the first time. Story, think about it or not mention it.

   After dinner, O'Hara and Mrs. Mary accompanied them to play with the pleas of the two little gentlemen. James and Lincoln looked at each other with some sly smiles, and took out their respective cigar boxes.

   "Try this, Cabanas."

  James picked up one and handed it to Lincoln. Mr. President put away his plain wooden cigar box and took it by accident.

"There are not many of these. Right now, the European royal families are given priority. The relationship between the United States and Europe has become very tense in the past few years, and there is very little that can be obtained." Lincoln sniffed at the tip of his nose, and the wrinkles on his face Satisfied, he skillfully cut the cigarette.

   "The Governor-General of Canada will send me some every year, but I think the taste is still almost interesting. I plan to send people to Cuba to find a good place, carefully make some good things, and not sell them to the outside world."

  James said while lighting his cigar, he now has extremely high requirements for the quality of cigars, which are different from lung-passed cigarettes, mainly to taste and smell the aroma. However, his special sense of smell led to excessive standards in the tasting of cigars, and the slightly inferior ones could not be tasted at all.

Mr. President took two puffs, exhaled a smoke ring with great interest, and said with a little sigh: "You capitalists will enjoy it, and you will really make good cigars by then, so remember to give me two boxes to try. "

   "Don't worry, I will cover all your cigarettes every year in the future." James smiled, and the earlier thoughts came to his mind again.

"Hahaha, just a little bit. If you smoke too much, Mary will talk about me." Lincoln smiled and talked about the interesting stories between himself and Mary. He and James are very relaxed together, not only because of the things they have faced together, but also It is because of James' eclectic and free and easy character.

  He paused for a while, and then said: "In about a year, the South will officially surrender. Now there are only some diehards and formal resistance. What do you think of the post-war development?"

"The rapid development of the capital industry, the rapid improvement of national strength, and a few decades later will stabilize the world's first-class level." James said without hesitation, without pausing, and continued: "In the next few decades, who will be the president? It’s all the same, everything will follow the general trend, but after that, we will have to face the contradictions and great changes sweeping the world.”

After hearing what James said, Lincoln couldn't help being stunned, and after a while he said slowly: "If you were a wise gray-haired professor at Oxford College, I can still accept your direct and profound speculation. But at such a young age, you boldly make such firm predictions about the development of the world for more than half a century in the future. It's really scary."

  James shook his head, exhaled inexplicably, looked at Lincoln and said, "It's probably not difficult to think about these things. It's nothing more than the inevitable law of productivity improvement. It's you, Abraham, what do you think after the Civil War is over?"

   "What I can do is to bridge this country. There are too many problems in such a country made up of colonization, immigration, and human trading."

"You'd better think about your own security after the war. Abraham, if you just stop here, you will be one of the greatest presidents in the history of this country, but if you really try to do that. You have to know yourself What will you face in your lifetime, even in a long period of praise and criticism, you will not have very good results."

  James said sincerely to Lincoln that every era has its own problems, and what President Lincoln is trying to do will be opposed by the mainstream will of the entire world.

  Lincoln shook his head and said relaxedly: "You told me that history will eventually witness."

   "Well then, I will try to take care of you." James said jokingly.

  The residents of Jacksonville suspected that God had completely abandoned them. Leaving aside the dozen or so people who disappeared in the town during this period of time, they heard that a "monster" like an iron tower had arrived two days ago.

  The sheriff led the people along the so-called monster action route to the "ghost house" that no one dared to approach in the whole town. Sergeant Red Stern, who was skeptical at first, worried that the men and guns he brought might not be enough after seeing the situation in front of him.

  This so-called haunted house seems to have been bombarded. There are signs of violent damage around the gate of the house.

  There are many openings around the house that seem to be broken from the inside. The wooden tiles on the roof are messy and branched. The whole house is a little sunken. It may be that the foundation of the house has collapsed.

  The most frightening thing is the rhythmic whistling sound from the deepest part of the room.

   It was a low growl similar to the chest of a large carnivore. No one could tell what kind of beast it was, but it must be very large. Because the low whistling carried a certain frequency of vibration, the whole building seemed to vibrate slightly, and it continued non-stop.

For three whole days, Sergeant Stern hasn't had a good night's sleep since he found this place. The vibrating and roaring in the haunted house has not stopped during these three days. He guessed with certainty that this unknown beast might be here. Asleep, this sound should be its snoring, and the strange sound like grinding teeth made him more sure of his judgment.

  For the safety of all the people in the town, he could only arrange people to guard here in turn. As for the iron tower-like monster giant at the beginning, he had long forgotten it.

  Suddenly, the air became extremely quiet, making the two police officers who were used to the sound a little unresponsive. They suddenly turned their heads to look at the mansion, and there was a shadow walking out in the darkness.

   That turned out to be a person? A man so tall that his head was on top of the door frame, with short brown-black hair, a messy beard, a broad face with thick eyebrows, and deep-set eye sockets. His body is too broad and thick, his arms are extremely thick and long, his fingers are a bit strange, as if they are covered with something sharp.

   The two were stunned for a moment, where is the beast? They didn't directly connect the giant man in front of them with the monsters in the room. After all, although the man in front of him was exaggeratedly long, he was a human being after all. It was sent by people.

  The giant man's strides were very long, and the two of them were stunned for a moment, and the man had already walked in front of them. The two police officers raised their heads in discomfort, watching the man in front of him grinning and opening his mouth, revealing his particularly thick and long canine teeth.

  A strange thought inexplicably came to their minds: he seems to be hungry.

  (end of this chapter)